A review by onlineleah
Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami

2.0

I’m mad. this book left a bitter taste in my mouth. While I can appreciate it’s beauty in the sense that it talks about loneliness, heart ache and sometimes the description/metaphors are beautiful, it made me tired. parts of this book were so useless that I wanted to rip my hair out, whole sections that didn’t add anything to the story? and then suddenly there’s a fantasy section? hello? I don’t understand at all. For ages people have been telling me to read murakami and now I don’t want to read his work ever again. I hope this is just a one off, I had so much hope - I really wanted to enjoy this :(

also, side note, is it just me or is the way he describes sex and sexual desire so dry and clinical? perhaps it’s the way it’s been translated